When preparing the dinner that night I slipped the match box into my pocket. Now I had all I needed. I was deliberately rude, thanking God for Mr.Jason’s stupid rule that when you get sent to your room, no one is allowed near you until morning. This rule often helped me, and I sniggered at his foolishness for creating it.
After being sent to my room I went through the usual routine of crying loudly and putting the pillows under the cover, to deceive all into thinking I was asleep. Opening the window, I was met by a strong gust of wind. Climbing out, I clung to the tree outside my window, and began to climb down. A new gust of wind blew and I was nearly sent toppling to the ground.
Setting my feet on the ground I pulled my hood close around my face to keep out the biting cold. Overhead storm clouds were forming, shutting off the light from the full moon. I grinned wolfishly. A storm. I love storms. Slowing my pace to a walk I made my way to school. There was no point in tiring myself out in the walk there. And if I got to stay out in a storm, that was just an added bonus.
A shower of rain broke forth from the clouds, thunder rolled and lightening flashed. A cold west wind howled, stripping leaves from the branches. I turned my face skywards, letting the hammering rain fall on my face, and into my mouth. The perfect night for a trap. As I walked an old poem I wrote swam into my mind. Looking at the storm that surrounded me I thought it suited this situation perfectly. As I went I recited it.
“Wilt though not say the storm has come,
When sun goes in and we have fun.
Do not what mind says do,
For the heart speaks always true.
How strong the gale it doth blow,
As we go to and fro.
The storm begins, the rain comes down,
And soaks us all upon the crown.
We prance around, we scream and shout,
We know not what the storm’s about.
We chant our curses, we cast our spell,
Will it work, time will tell.
A lightening bolt comes down to me,
To end our spell and smote it be.”
I cackled to myself as I finished. The school loomed ahead, a dark and menacing figure. All was silent and deserted. Nothing would interrupt my workings. Finding the opening was almost impossible in the pitch black night, but after much fumbling around I managed to find it.
This part of the school was unusually cold and damp. Being uninhabited for many years, it had fallen to ruin. Heading in the direction of the maths room, the mould and moss growing from the walls was imulated by the light of the torch. Long fallen beams littered my path, and were in different states of rot. The flashlight glanced off the walls casting all in an eerie glow. Finally reaching my destination I opened the peeling door. I put my hand in my pocket and produced the packet of matches. Striking one I lit the thirteen candles that formed a circle in the centre of the room. Before lighting the last one I entered the circle and switched off the torch, casting it into the void beyond the steady glow of the circle. Lighting the candle I enclosed myself in the circle. Taking from the satchel I had slung over my shoulder a small rag doll, I placed it in front of me, and drew out a needle, some thread, a photograph, and a vile. The needle glinted in the candle light as I stitched quickly and silently. The photo was cut and stitched to the head as a face. Out of the vile I brought a clump of hair which I had taken from a brush. Stitching it to the dolls head I styled it in a way that someone always had it. And when I finished, I had a perfect reincarnation of Cathleen Jason.
I began the rites that I by now knew by heart. I often stumbled over a word, and my Latin was a bit rusty from disuse, but I got through to the last line without a hitch. Then the wind began to pick up and whirled around the room. The roar was so loud my voice was barely audible above it. I managed to choke out the last four words of the spell:
“So smote it be!”
And with that the spell was complete. My spirit floated from my body. Looking down at me, I became slightly giddy. Looking at others was not so bad but it was strange for there to be two of me.
I drifted through the wall and on to the street. Travelling on the wind I made my way towards the house. The storm struck, forcing me backwards, tossing me about on the howling winds. Battling my way forward, I came within seeing distance of the house. My momentary lapse in concentration sent me flying back two feet. Overwhelmed by the power of storm, I almost turned back. Almost. An insane part of me took over forcing me forward, forcing me to go on and complete my task. Before I knew what was happening, I was safely inside the walls of the Jason’s house.
I drifted through the different rooms, looking at the sleeping figures. The fat cat lay curled up by the back door. Mr. Jason lay snoring beside his wife. I laughed out loud at the comical scene, but no sound came out. I was but a spirit, I had no voice or being; I could make no sound.
Drifting to the next room I came upon my pray. She lay there, so innocent, her breath whistling as it came out of her blocked nose. I grinned down at her. I contemplated whether or not I should cause some destruction, make her panic. A scared soul was always better than a contented one. Forcing myself to have form on my right hand, I saw it waver and take on the shape of my real hand. Forming myself into and arrow I shot around the room, knocking down everything that came into contact with my hand. She sat bolt upright, huddled on her bed shivering.
“Who’s there? Show yourself!” she cried out. She screamed as the lamp beside her crashed to the floor showering her with glass.
Cackling I flew round the room again. I smashed all I could find. She screamed. She shrieked. It filled me with joy to hear her terror. She was scared enough for my working, but I continued, so I could hear her scream over and over. I laughed mercilessly, as my eyes grew wide, and mad.
Floating above her I dived straight down and into her body. Her soul was in turmoil and it writhed and wriggled in terror. I snatched her spirit and separated it from her body. We shot out of Cathleen’s body, as her screams ceased. I gathered a ball of my excess spirit and hurled it at her. It sank into her body, spread and filled it. Now I she had my spirit and I could control her every move. Dragging her spirit behind me I darted out of the house. I was instantly caught in the breeze, but now I did not battle it. It blew straight towards the school in the very direction I wished to go. We sped there swiftly and I was soon hovering above my slumped body once again.
Diving down I rejoined my body. As I regained consciousness I shook out my limbs to banish a momentary stiffness. Still clutching onto Cathleen’s screaming spirit, I seized the doll. I shoved her spirit into it, as it tried desperately to escape, and bound it with rough cords. Now it was trapped, and only a ball of light shimmered from it. It’s before frantic struggles ceased, and I drank in its strength, until the light faded into nothing. Probing it, I found it was still alive but weak and unable to move. Excellent. My first victim.
The journey home was more like a dream than anything real. I seemed to float on air, and the fog billowing around me gave it a cloud like atmosphere. The new energy I had absorbed was like a drug to my brain. Some how I managed to drag my exhausted body up the tree and through the window. Everything seems a blur to me, and I could never remember what happened after I left the school.
Continued in PartIII...